And while we're at it,
Do Not conserve water! Why? because if we do,
they will think we don't need as much, and
they will cut all of our water allotments so that they can
sell more water taps and bring in more people! Scary thought,
huh?
Do you know what else is getting scary? Google. Google is
getting too smart! I type in "map leadville", right up top it gives
me three maps of Leadville. I type in "image bobcat", I get three
pictures of bobcats (the little wild kitties, not the little
bulldozers). If I click on "images", and then enter "Kevin
Murcray", it pulls up a picture of me working out at the ARM site
in Oklahoma. I type in my little brother's phone number, it spits
back out his name and address. I click on "local" and enter my ICBM
coordinates: 39 32 54.45n 105 08 14.2w, and it pulls up a map of
part of Deer Creek Mesa with a nice shiny red marker pointing right
at my house! If I type in my social security number, it just spits
back a four-digit negative number - thankfully! If it ever spits
back anything related to me, I'll freak!
Speaking of scary, I think it's scary how W. Bruce Cameron can
write a whole column on ear wax. All he has to do is see some
article on ear wax research, and he's off and going for a thousand
words - how can I compete with a man like that?!
Wanna know what's truly scary? Working in my cellar! Other house
have nice concrete basements, I have a nice dirt floored cellar. Or
mud-floored, when something breaks. It's spooky down there, so
spooky that my contractor won't work down there unless I'm there to
guard his back against the cellar monsters....
Truly frightening is the vast amount of junk my mom collected
over the years. The barn was full of old doors, chairs, tables,
etc, I counted eleven dressers in the house at one time, and here
she was calling me a pack rat! The dressers I can at least
understand - you can store stuff in them. What I can't understand
is why I have three antique claw-footed bathtubs in the barn...
You may wonder why I'm jumping around and babbling so much.
Well, that's what random neural firing is. It's usually not truely
random though, as one thought is usually triggered by another, even
if the relation is so vague as to be undeterminable. It seems to
happen most often when
I make the coffee...
So do I really want to resurrect the Two Forks Dam project? No,
not really! I'm just trying to sucker you all into reading my blog
entries. I figure if I do well enough here, maybe someone out there
will offer me my own talk show. Or something.